Ben was stroking in and out of me as he began to moan over and over, ‘Mmm, mmm, mmm. Oh, oh, it feels so good. I think…UUHN, UUHN, uh, uh, oh, Sar..., oh, it is so wonderful. I love, you, Sara. I love you so much,’ and he collapsed over me, panting, slightly damp with perspiration. I held him tightly as he slowly moved his hips up and down, keeping the feelings going, linking us physically and emotionally together. ‘This is so wonderful, Sara, I love you so much. Thank you for everything,’ and he. One item, an old watch stood out as being reasonably free from dust and grime.“Could I take a look at that watch?” Timothy heard himself say. He had no idea why as he wore a perfectly adequate wristwatch.“A wise choice, young man. That is a fine piece.” His gnarled fingers carefully lifted the watch out of the cabinet. “Here, take it. Hold it, feel the quality.”Timothy examined the timepiece. It looked at first like a pocket watch, but it was actually a stopwatch. The sort of thing that might. Just pressing with my hands didn't get the ends of the belt closer thanthree inches, so I tried using a heavy leather belt with a roller buckle.I routinely used this belt as part of my self-bondage, pulling it astight around my middle as I could get it and then locking the buckle witha small padlock. Hard pulling on the leather belt allowed me to get thesteel waist band within an inch and a half of fastening.I had an idea; I used a hammer to drive a screwdriver through the tip ofthe leather. "He wanted me to give him a blow job." What do you know about blow jobs?" asked her uncle."I know enough to know that I don't want Tommy Robbins' penis in my mouth," said the girl who Bob had thought was a lot more innocent than she apparently was."So you've had somebody's penis in your mouth before?" asked Bob, his own organ beginning to respond to the idea of her sweet lips around a hard prick."No" she said, as if she were saying she hadn't bought those new shoes she had her eye on yet, but.